Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Serbia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Todd Terry to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.